The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.
The louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.
If a cluttered desk signs a cluttered mind, Of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it…
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded…